Evan's head hurt and he needed more alcohol. "Last night?" He wrinkled his nose. The sun was far too bright. How did it get permission to be this bright? Surely someone should take it away from it. It was incredibly rude. "Mmm. Lucy and I are a very romantic pair. Our love cannot be denied." He quieted, starting to drink more once she mentioned waking him up.
As he watched Bellatrix, eyes squinting against the sun, he couldn't help but feel amused despite the pain in his head. This was far more entertaining than anything else he'd planned for today. But Lucius had started to wake up and Evan waited for the reaction, hoping it was going to be some horror. Unfortunately - though sort of fortunately as well - he played along. Not as convincing as he could have been, but Evan supposed you could only do so much.
"I'm wounded, Lucius. You think a little alcohol could kill me." It had been a lot of alcohol, but he wasn't dead. There was the slightest of pouts at the request for the whisky, but he took a long drink before passing it over. "Don't open your eyes. The sun is a cruel mistress."